Just behind the tea-stall where we were having tea with Subramanian and the jar-vendor was a little dabba. Well… dabba is small by definition, a kind of wooden box where the poor make their living by selling a few goodies. Hanging in plastic bags are a kind of crackers made out of rice, rest are biscuits and sweets.When I think of the 17 000 food items displayed in our hypermarket, when I think of the health problems that go with it, it makes me wonder about the concept of “modernity”.
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